Valley of Souls

Art of 4 elements Poems

I heard his voice and cried

om ah mi de wa Christians

Tears of Silence

familiar sound of enlightenment

took me into the after-death experience

moon strolling through the starless night

leaving traces of blood that can not be seen

by naked eye

the ashes at the bottom of Ganga

of millions of burned bodies

and their souls trapped within the Leafs' cuticles

that re-generate every spring

visible only to the forest spirits

That circle AIM / endlessly through the night

Mandala Meaning from Aztecs to Jung

A fountain of love

Love Tantra Poems

as though there is nothing else but love
and it flows as a fountain
through the nose and pores and through the blood
as though there is nothing else but joy
that endlessly giggles and screams and teases
fairies and their choice of who to give the golden dust
as though there is nothing else but celebration
of each drop of rain each gust of wind
and your breath that intermingles with a butterfly's sigh

picture by louiseannep

Check our Guided Love Meditation

let's become saints

Spiritual Poetry

a moment of reflection

to see the tears in your eyes

to feel the fear in your bones

that is engraved within our code

from the very start of life

a moment of reflection

to mould destructions, reflections, disturbances

into creative impulses that will lead you

to an enlightened Self

and an admirable human being that will shape the World

a moment of reflection

to understand the balance between love and strength

to uncover the stage where the shadows play

and give you a chance in a million

to become a saint

Tree of Life

D. H. Lawrence, Spring Morning

'Spring Morning

Ah, through the open door
Is there an almond-tree
A flame with blossom!
–Let us fight no more.

Among the pink and blue
Of the sky and the almond flowers
A sparrow flutters.
–We have come through,

It is really spring!
–See,When he thinks himself alone
How he bullies the flowers.
–Ah, you and me

How happy we'll be!
–See him?He clouts the tufts of flowers
In his impudence.
–But, did you dream

It would be so bitter? Never mind,
It is finished, the spring is here.
And we're going to be summer-happy
–And summer-kind.

We have died, we have slain and been slain,
We are not our old selves any more.
I feel new and eager
To start again.

It is gorgeous to live and forget.
And to feel quite new.
See the bird in the flowers?
–he's making

A rare to-do!
He thinks the whole blue sky
Is much less than the bit of blue egg
He's got in his nest
–we'll be happy,

You and I, I and you.
With nothing to fight any more
–In each other, at least.
See, how gorgeous the world is
Outside the door!'

D. H. Lawrence, San Gaudenzio